Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Hua Youyue's face changed. She ignored everyone's gaze and whispered in Yang Zhen's ear, "Yang Zhen, don't do anything reckless. It's okay to offend Sun Yushi, but if you offend Elder Ji, even Changyue Tower and the Hua family won't be able to protect you."

The gentleman's prestige in the entire East China Sea is so great that almost no one dares to offend him here. Even those who are related to him are highly respected. No one would be willing to offend them easily.

Elder Ji looked at Yang Zhen, and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes. He knew that this was just a personal grudge between Sun Yushi and Yang Zhen, and nodded and said, "Learning is learning. When learning, there is questioning. When questioning, there is debate. Without debate, there is no way to stand. Young friend Yang, don't be too stressed. Just treat it as a discussion and make progress together."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of everyone present changed again, and they looked at Yang Zhen strangely. Hua Youyue's face turned pale, knowing that it was useless to say anything this time.

From Elder Ji's words, it was obvious that Yang Zhen had no talent at all. How could such a person compete with Sun Yushi, who had condensed four strands of cultural brilliance and could condense his Qi into shape?

Sun Yushi obviously wanted to use this competition to humiliate Yang Zhen and make him lose face in front of many cultivators. Most importantly, Sun Yushi wanted to make sure that Yang Zhen could never raise his head again in front of Elder Ji.

Hua Youyue's face showed some displeasure. She glanced at Elder Ji. Although she didn't dare to contradict or refuse, she was also dissatisfied. However, the difference in their status was too great, so she couldn't say it out loud. Her face already showed worry for Yang Zhen.

Bian Liang was such a talented person, but under the powerful oppression of Sun Yushi, he actually lost his mind and could no longer condense the fourth cultural heritage. If Yang Zhen could not bear the humiliation today, he would probably make no achievements in using literature to convey the truth. From then on, he could only practice diligently, and might even leave the seeds of demons in his heart.

Everyone began to look at Yang Zhen with some pity, some with amazement, and some even gloated over his misfortune.

"Yang Zhen has himself to blame. He could have offended anyone else, but he had to offend Sun Yushi. Now he is in a dilemma. What should he do?"

"What can I do? If I were Yang Zhen, I would just admit defeat and apologize. Maybe Sun Yushi would forgive me. At most, I would be humiliated, which is better than leaving a demon in my heart."

"How is it possible? With Mr. Sun's personality, how could he let Yang Zhen go so easily?"

…

Everyone was talking about it and waiting for Yang Zhen's reaction. They were curious and hoped that Yang Zhen could do something, but how could that be possible?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Zhen seemed a little surprised, and looked at Elder Ji with some disappointment, then shook his head and sighed, saying:

"The world is in decline, people's hearts are no longer the same as before. There are three thousand great ways, each with its own function. Literature should be used to educate the world, enlighten the young, and guide adults to behave properly. But you put the cart before the horse and use it to be brave and violent. What a pity, what a pity. Is there no one in this world who can understand me?"

Wow! Hearing this, everyone present was shocked. They looked at Yang Zhen in bewilderment, with shock and disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Yang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, looked deeply at Elder Ji, raised his head to the sky, sighed infinitely, and even revealed a trace of loneliness and solitude.

Hua Youyue's whole body trembled, and she looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief. Her eyes, as deep as a lake, were filled with stormy waves. She covered her mouth with her hands covered, and stared blankly at Yang Zhen who was standing with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, Yang Zhen no longer looked cynical at all. The deep aura from his body made people feel ashamed.

Especially after hearing Yang Zhen's warning words just now, even Elder Ji was shocked, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and the look he gave Yang Zhen suddenly burst into a ball of golden light. As he looked him up and down, he became more and more confused.

Sun Yushi stepped back two steps, looking at Yang Zhen with a pale face, his expression horrified, then he gritted his teeth and pointed at Yang Zhen and said, "This is simply nonsense. Literature is for cultivators to understand the truth and the mysteries. It's not as serious as you say. You call yourself the leader of the four great talents of the Wutuo Gang, but you don't even have the courage to compete. Why are you bragging here and bringing disaster to the world?"

The people around gasped and looked at the open and veiled struggle between the two in horror.

A powerful pressure emerged out of nowhere, and Bian Liang, who was lonely in the crowd, was shocked and looked at Sun Yushi and Yang Zhen in horror.

If this terrifying Wenhua pressure hit him, even if he didn't die, he would probably be seriously injured. I didn't expect Sun Yushi to be so cruel and want to kill Yang Zhen in one fell swoop.

Hua Youyue cried out in surprise and was about to rescue Yang Zhen when she saw Yang Zhen casually glance at the air and the Wenhua condensed by Sun Yushi disappeared.

“Impossible!” Sun Yushi’s face turned pale with horror. He fell to the ground and looked at Yang Zhen in horror: “You…what did you do to me? You clearly don’t have any talent. How is it possible…”

At this point, Sun Yushi was shocked and realized that he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late to make amends.

Everyone started to scold him. It turned out that Sun Yushi had no intention of letting Yang Zhen go from the beginning. Even though he thought that Yang Zhen was just an ordinary cultivator with no attainments in literature, he had no intention of letting Yang Zhen off easily.

But just like Sun Yushi, everyone present looked at Yang Zhen with a blank face. As Sun Yushi said, Yang Zhen didn't even have a little bit of Wen Qi fluctuations. How could he break Sun Yushi's four Wen Hua at a glance? Yang Zhen was so happy in his heart. Damn it, this guy was really so happy. Everyone around was stunned, even the old man Ji who helped the evil was unbelievable.

Cool! Really cool!

If Sun Yushi used his true energy martial arts to fight him, Yang Zhen might be in a mess. After all, Sun Yushi was in the Nascent Soul stage, and it might be difficult for Yang Zhen, a fat Jindan, to defeat him.

But Sun Yushi was so stubborn that he insisted on suppressing him in terms of literary power. This was simply courting death and there was no hope of winning at all.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Sun Yushi was undoubtedly gifted and intelligent, having condensed four lines of cultural aura at a young age. However, let alone four, even if it was nine lines of cultural aura, without transforming them into talent inscriptions, he would have no choice but to kneel in front of Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen glanced at Sun Yushi and said, "You are wrong. You...you all took the wrong path from the beginning. Literature is a medium of truth, and this is not the way to play!"

Boom! A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Yang Zhen's body, forming a gust of wind around his body, blowing everyone to the ground with horrified expressions.

Elder Ji's eyes suddenly widened, his breathing became rapid, and he looked at Yang Zhen in shock. He didn't even care that half of his beard was blown off by the strong wind of talent.

In full view of everyone, Yang Zhen walked up to Tian Rou, squatted down, picked up the ordinary wolf brush that Tian Rou had dropped on the chopping board, and said with a smile: "Little girl, what are you drawing?"

The expression on Tianrou's face was the same as everyone else's, all of them were shocked. Her face turned red when she heard that, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Zhen. The brother who looked like a beast wanted to glare at him again, but he cried out and covered his eyes, too shocked to dare to glare again.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

At this moment, Tian Rou suddenly raised her head, with a sweet smile on her face, and replied with a smile: "Drawing a dragon!"

Yang Zhen blinked his eyes: "But why is there no dragon head? Can I help you? I'm very good at drawing dragon heads."

"kindness!"

(End of this chapter)